MAG121 - Case #0181502 - Oliver Banks
Statement regarding their dreams and trying to run away.
The Magnus Archives recounts the details of a previously encountered dreamer and how a long ocean voyage did not lead to its intended discoveries.
Content Notes: Mortality, undead, violent death (reported), tendrils, constriction
Starring: Oliver Banks - Russell Smith; Georgie Barker - Sasha Sienna
Writer: Jonathan Sims
Director: Alexander J Newall
Editors: Alexander J Newall, Elizabeth Moffatt
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Oliver committing identity theft and sailing off to the middle of nowhere just to get a good night's sleep is a mood
Also, disturbing a corpse
jon: (wakes up after who knows how long, takes a deep breath) the magnus archives is a podcast distributed by rusty quill, licensed under a creative commons attribution non-commercial sha--
I was about to say under-rated comment, but it's five days old. Makes sense now lol.
I want to know what the heck that license is and why it's so bloody long!
dirt007 same ! But by know I think we can all say it with out thinking
Lol that's exactly what it sounded like xD
this is the comment that killed me 😂
Oliver is literally the best character in the whole damn podcast. Man needed a nap so bad he committed identity theft, died, got better and decided to tell his story to homeboy jarchivist who is in a supernatural death coma. Iconic imo
That’s pretty iconic, I can’t lie
oh so when oliver steals the identity of someone who looks nothing like him he's ''cool'' and ''relatable'', but when I, the Stranger
BOOM!
Could go somewhat the same way with The spiral (Helen, now? Used to..be…..nnnnnot Micheal but Micheal? Confusing yet makes sense.)
that is the FUNNIEST fucking interpretation of the Stranger I've ever seen 100% accurate lmao
STOP THIS LMFAO
Don't you hate it when you commit identity theft and suddenly you're a millenia old Eldritch horror?
Even in a coma, Jon still can't get a break from statements huh 🙄
mans gotta eat ig x)
Noone: Avatars: Hello, Elias/John. Do you… mind if I call you Elias/John?
They don’t want to assume familiarity. That would just be rude! lol 😄
They are basically asking to call Jon The Archivist or not. So asking if Jon is more avatar or human.
@@oneproudukrainian2063 That... feels a bit like reaching but honestly could be possible. In which case that would be an insult to Elias in the times people say 'Can I call you Elias?'. I was honestly just trying to bring attention to the comedic aspect that can be taken from those moments considering how often the repetition happens. But that is actually quite an interesting way of looking at it.
@@lorenam2430 I just thought of this when Oliver said that archivist was kind of stiff. And after heade the choice everyone calls him archivist. On the Elias part it's not a avatar or human thing but a different thing that'll get revealed which could be the reason for asking if calling him Elias is ok. Spoilers for the end of season 4 Asking if Elias is ok could be asking if Jonah is preferred
@@oneproudukrainian2063 it's funny how that implies almost everyone involved sans the people working in the archives knew from the start that it was jonah under that skin
Georgie's gonna fight death himself for John's right to sleep lmao
Isn't Georgie a woman?
Poppy Cat they mean DEATH, the dude, not Georgie lmao
georgie not being afraid means a lot more than it did before. after we learn the powers ARE fear, does that mean that georgie overcame their influence? is she sorta immune? or does that mean she'll have an easier time working with said powers, instead of being immune, cause so many have gone mad with fear before and georgie cant. i cant wait to find out
Georgie was touched by The End right? And this guy is the Avatar of The End so she got a really bad feeling about him lol Also, JON STARTED BREATHING. HE WAS STUCK BETWEEN HUMAN AND FULLY GIVING HIMSELF TO THE EYE. HE STARTED BREATHING, HE MADE HIS CHOICE.
non-human jon is here..! yay..???
i dont . . . understand?
@@cezar3169 End guy tells his story about him trying to resist his dreams, and the story ends with him giving up in resisting. He tells Jon to choose. Afterwards, we hear Jon breathing, instead of, you know him staying silent or outright dying, so that means Jon had made his choice to fully become an avatar.
@@klltsun_2576 thanks
@@klltsun_2576 And not just the deep breath, we hear the static too
jon: *wakes up from coma* georgie: friendship ENDED with jon,, melanie is my new best friend 😎😎😎
"friend"
"best friend" right
Yes, best of gal pals 🙃
OMG lmao! I know this story from Internet Historian! Other cultures are funny lol
Some say they were roommates
HOLY SHIT THE DEATH DREAM GUY FINALLY MAKES AN APPEARANCE
And he's got such a nice voice
I actually thought it was the other death dream guy, the carbon monoxide killer.
The way Oliver said "Hello Jon" I thought for a second it was Elias, the voice sounded so similar in that moment o.O
Yeah I thought he was Elias as well
Before he gave his name and some other details, I thought it was Jonathan Goff, the carbon monoxide killer, and I was like "oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
@@poxrael carbon monoxide be upon ye
I thought it was him because of the clock
"after he went flying over the barrier at 95 miles an hour… well, it’s neither here nor there" actually, mr. banks, i'd say it is both here And there
Got a bit everywhere I suppose
And a bit WAAAAYY over there, staINING THE WALL~ - lord Shen, Kung Fu Panda 2
An interesting thing to note is that Point Nemo, the Pole of Inaccessibility that Oliver (aka Antonio) was heading to in this story, is stated to be the approximate location of R’lyeh, the lost city and resting place of Cthulhu from Lovecraft’s classic story. I’m almost tempted to speculate on what it was Oliver actually saw when he looked into the water…
Thank you for this nugget of information, it is delicious!
I had a feeling it was talking about The Vast. But the Cthulhu spin is fascinating!!
@@audacioustabby2774 I'm pretty sure Cthulhu would be part of the vast anyway X)
Imagine if the series would've been *books* and maybe they would just throw us off by writing *Eugen Lightner* as the author
That would be wonderfully meta
Lmao thats prob a smart idea
My paranoid ass would hear something weird one night and be convinced ir was all real,and I was about to die. XD
If this was a book series and I was reading it... and the author was named Eugen Lightner I’d throw myself in front of a bus.
Jurgen Leitner?
There goes my last hope that John will have anything close to a happy ending
Well you're not wrong, but it is a good one
@@someoneawesome8717 indeed it is #themagnusarchiveswasapodcast
Jon's alive! Yay! He came back during a Spooky Audio Glitch... Oh no.... And between Oliver, Jon, Both Michael's, Helen, and Jude, I'm gonna go ahead and say yeah. You have to die to level up as an Avatar. (which is probably something plenty of people already knew, but I'm a first timer, so.... yeah.
only problem w that is the lukases, plus some other people are definitely avatars without dying first (like daisy)
@@lialiame I'm not too sure about the Lucas's, but I don't think Daisy is a full on avatar
@@Catflers are you listening for the first time? /genq
@@lialiame Nope, I've listened to the whole thing, and I don't think Daisy is an avatar. If she was, she might've died in the buried, but I'm really not sure about that considering what happened in the post-SPOILER part
@@lialiame I think poeple can be agents of an entity w/ out being an avatar, otherwise, the Dark would have a lot more avatars considering all the cults
It's ironic that the avatar of The End brought Jon back to life.
No, he just laid out Jon's choices
@@someoneawesome8717 true, but if he hadn't been their to strewn everything out...
@@skullsnbones_ true
The beginning bit made me realize that sometimes i forget that the characters are separate from the voice actors
Yeah, Alex sounds so different from Martin, it's a little irritating
@@lilaboxx Why ?
@@macabrecitrus2127 just because I'm not used to it, maybe irritating was the wrong word, I'm not a native English speaker 😅
@@lilaboxx Oh ok, I was just confused as to why someone would find his normal voice irritating lol Anyway, I'm not a native speaker either, so I get it :)
@@lilaboxx Startling maybe? :3
love the idea that they leave a tape recorder by his bedside for him
I feel like that would have been Martin 😅
🕸️
@@azulBjort_1406 IKR ?? and yes, sounds like maybe a Martin thing to do! : )
Maybe one would have found its way there whether it was put there or not :) :) :)
@@sarahmchugh4169it’s my theory that the tape recorders are avatars of the eye that represent the viewers
/spoiler for the episode/ season 1: *first bits of plot appear in the middle of a season* season 4: *jon wakes up from a coma after being in it for less than 2 episodes*
I'm so happy, that Georgie watched over Jon. I mean they have some problems, but she still did it
He Watched her in her dreams, so she went an watched him.
Oh no. Jon's humanity. :(
F In the chat
there it goes...
Don't worry the only thing really different is that he no longer denies what people call him
@@tomdaly7088 F
its broken
… for any hermitcraft/life series fans, this gives me “using Grian’s AFK body as a confessional while he’s away” energy If you know, you know
yepp!!!! : )
Why are you right?
That is surprisingly accurate lol
Very accurate
What season was that?
damn oliver really did not give two fucks the entire time love that for him
Death is very impartial and does not care what you have done before meeting it
Binging this series for the third time and I’m still finding new details. Way back in S1 when Jon read Oliver’s statement, he said that if someone came in claiming to have dreamt about Jon’s death, he wanted to hear about it. They were foreshadowing this exact episode
I get why Oliver Broke up with Graham, even before he was eaten by the not!them, he was still really weird and ate books
I only just realized that might be an Eye thing. Feeding off words.
I like how Georgie just gives it to him straight. I assume these episodes came out weekly so Jon's been in a coma for roughly a week?? Not a day? Idk.
It's actually been much longer, according to the # statement!! Months...
@@micah2879 lmaooo I listened to the next few episodes haha.
it´s been 6 months if you look at the statement numbers which are made up of the date they were taken
@@germanerd6148 that actually explains some stuff! Like why current dates in the episodes were never the same as the dates irl. They were making sure they had time to spare for this. Awesome.
Damn, so the Antonio Blake statement from S1 was him.
I was honestly expecting Jon to wake up and say statement ends lol
Loving Georgie with the End sense there.
Oliver: memento mori Me: unus annus
I literally also thought about it haha
Im glad to see other people thought of this too
YEEEE
YESSSSSSSSSS
People of culture i see
Georgie! Wife!
Makes me wonder if Oliver's idea of a good nights sleep was actually just dying.
Oh boy he got mystic eyes of death perception
I freaking Nasuverse reference? I love it.
hi everyone, alex here. no NO NO youre MARTIN
KZhead uploads are resuming!!! This is super helpful to people who need/prefer captions when listening, thank you RQ!
there's a transcript website if that helps you as well! snarp.github.io/magnus_archives_transcripts/
The transcript Lee gave you really is the best choice. These captions are frankly awful. I'm thinking about making proper subtitles for the series.
@@yds2m THANK YOU OMFG
@@TenebraeLux omg proper subtitles would be so helpful!! for me transcripts are good to check *afterwards* if I missed or misheard something important, but I don't like reading along because I read much faster than speech, and every time I end up reading way *way* too far ahead ignoring the audio (unless I focus on "reading slower" but then I can't focus on what's happening so fjdkgkgkg). KZhead's auto captions are.... marginally decent at helping me catch single words or bits of sentence that I'd otherwise miss but it's really unhelpful with proper names and useless with some accents lol
also it's great cuz I love reading the discussions in the comments
Anyone else back here because Oliver's tone is so calm and accepting that you can't be anxious about episode 200?
I CANT BELIEVE “DREAMER” IS MY FAV EP IM SO HAPPY
I KNOOOWWWW Honestly I on episode 120 I was like "huh.. dreams. You know I'm getting flashbacks to MAG11" Me two minutes in this episode: "WELL-"
[CLICK] [CLOCK TICKS] [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES] [CLOCK CONTINUES TO TICK] [SOUND OF SOMEONE SITTING DOWN] [CLOCK CONTINUES TO TICK] OLIVER Um. Hello, John. Do you… mind if I call you John? I, I mean, you don’t actually know me. It’s just, well. “Archivist.” It’s so formal, isn’t it? And I do kind of know you…? Haven’t had much choice, really. Dreams are like that, you know. No matter how lucid you think they are, there’s always that part that just drags you along. Guess I don’t need to tell you that. At least, not right now. [sigh] Wish I could tell you why I came here. Wish I knew why I came here. Suppose there’s only so long you can dream about someone and not least try to find them. That was it with the old woman, too. That was different, though. Way I figure it, she stuck her nose in just about everywhere it wasn’t wanted and stirred up hornets, ‘till all the precautions in the world couldn’t stop death from finally catching her. [sigh] If I had known more back then, I’m not sure I’d have bothered trying to warn her. Still, you live and learn, don’t you? Sorry to go on, I, I don’t talk to many people these days. Putting my thoughts outside myself, it gets a bit, er, clumsy. Be easier if you could talk back, right? Ask me questions, and just, have it tumble all out? But no. It’s, it’s just me. Wish there was a better way, but touching someone’s mind, it’s not as simple as that, is it? Doesn’t always make things clearer, you know? Still, I gave the old woman a statement, so maybe I owe you one as well. That’s how it works, right? Give your terror, give your dream? It’s not like I don’t have them to spare. Hmm. Let me tell you about how I tried to escape. OLIVER (STATEMENT) So. My name is Oliver Banks. In my other statements, I used the name Antonio Blake, but I don’t really think either name has much meaning for me anymore. It’s been almost 10 years since I first started dreaming about the deaths of others. Seeing those awful veins crawling into them, into wounds not yet open, or skulls not yet split. People who are about to die. Every night I watch as they sneak up and into throats about to choke on blood, or lurch into hearts about to convulse. I’ve come to terms with it. [bitter laugh] I’ve learned to live with it. But about two years before I came to your Institute, something happened. Something I didn’t want to talk about. Didn’t even want to think about. I started to see them when I was awake. It was subtle at first, so quick I could pretend I hadn’t seen. Just a second of them webbed over the face of a drunk old man stumbling into his car. A chain smoker exhales, and just for a second I catch one dangling from his mouth, before it slithers back inside. Crossing a bridge and I might see one snaking along the road, over towards the railing. Looking back now I feel like an idiot, trying to pretend I was imagining it - that I was just tired, or whatever bull I told myself. It started to happen more often, and I began to avoid the places that I visited in my dreams. I sort of knew, you see, that not all of the cords would have faded when I woke up. I still remember the first time I tried to touch one. In my dreams the night before, I had found my way back to my own street. I don’t know why I did it; I knew it was a stupid thing to do, walking past my own home in a dream. But I just… maybe I wanted it this way. I mean, when I stepped out the building that morning, I didn’t turn towards the bus stop like I always do. I turned right instead, walked over to the little alleyway where I knew, sometime in the next week, a young woman was going to have a fatal aneurysm. And there they were on the concrete, like a starburst of fleshy roots, spreading and reaching out from the spot where her head was going to hit the ground. They moved just like in the dreams, throbbing and pulsing. I had to take a moment, just to be sure, just to be completely sure, that I was awake. I felt like I was staring at it for hours, but I don’t think it was much more than a few minutes. They didn’t fade, didn’t vanish, and there was no way for me to pretend that they weren’t there. So, I reached out my hand and tried to touch them. You know what’s weird, right? In all my years of being a - …what am I? Death prophet? Whatever. - I had never actually touched a corpse. Hardly ever seen one in real life. I could have told you in a moment how many people in this hospital were going to die. How many would do it tonight, even how it was going to happen. But I had never once actually come up close to a dead body. I always assumed they were cold. Not quite damp, but sort of clammy. Still… this was like ice. No - colder than ice. The sort of cold that just cuts right through you. It was soft and rubbery, squirming when I pressed on it, and recoiling from the tip of my finger. I’ve never felt anything as cold as those veins. It was so… patient. It made me think of those winter mornings, when I was a kid, with no snow, just frost and frozen mist over everything. Keeping the world in place, curling you up into yourself, and quietly waiting for you to lose your footing, to slip up and fall. Snap! It made me think of dead worlds floating out into space. Places that didn’t know and didn’t care that life even existed. It made me think of mortality, like the seconds that were dragging me to the grave were being pulled out of me. And the worst part was that, somewhere in me I, I liked it. Underneath all that awful fear, it felt like… home. After that happened, they wouldn’t leave me alone. I could see them spreading, see them growing. Even when I went to your Institute, tried to warn her, I could see them crawling through the corridors, towards the Archives. They never got quite as big as they were in my dreams, but it wasn’t long before I was seeing them all the time. I tried to avoid them - of course I did - but sometimes I didn’t notice, and I would brush against them. Never mattered what I was wearing, cold would just cut through it like a razor. I wanted to escape. I needed to. I became obsessed with trying to find somewhere with fewer and fewer people. Moving out of the city helped, but, well. People still die in the countryside. I saw them coiling around a fencepost by the road, climbing up the wall and into the top window of a beautiful little cottage. I’ll never forget seeing a field of cows the week before they were sent to the abattoir. I’d spend hours researching, desperately looking at remote locations, places far away from civilization, and all its dying people. Lonely summits, deep jungles, deserts where even animals couldn’t live. I was so hungry for the peace that I thought these places could give me. Then I read about Point Nemo. If you look it up online, they call it the “oceanic point of inaccessibility.” It’s a spot in the middle of the South Pacific Ocean. Specifically, it is the farthest it’s possible to be from any landmass. 1400 miles from anyone or anything. No ships ever need to travel through it, and ocean currents keep away the nutrients that would have normally supported sea life. It is the emptiest, most lifeless place on earth. Sometimes the closest humans are in the satellites orbiting up above it - before they fall out of the sky, of course. It turns out, Point Nemo is an ideal site for spacecraft to crash-land. There must be hundreds of wrecks down there, taken from the edge of one lifeless abyss and sent screaming down into another. I loved it. The idea of it, of being so far from anything. Somewhere that there was so little life that death could never find me. Empty clear water, free of those creeping tendrils. Of course, I had no way to get there. I’m not a rich man, and even if I was, it’s not like I have any idea how to organize a sea voyage. So, for years, it was just my little fantasy. My escape. Whenever it all got too much for me, and I woke up to those veins reaching along the wall, towards my neighbor’s apartment, I would go online, and look at the photos people claimed were taken at Point Nemo. I would revel in the thought that those claims were probably lies, as there was a very good chance that no human being had ever reached the exact coordinates that promised me my escape. But I couldn’t dream of it. I tried, of course. I spent every moment of lucidity I had trying to guide myself far, far away from land; away from those horrid tubes that sat there throbbing doom out into the world. But each time I started to get away from them - whenever I felt I, I might have reached a point where I couldn’t see any more of them - I would start to feel this tugging on my leg. Like something was wrapped around it and starting to gently squeeze. Something that pulsed very softly. I never quite had the courage to actually look at it. I’d always just turn around and start moving back towards a city. And it would let me go. I never even got over the channel in my dreams, let alone all the way to the South Pacific. So, you can maybe imagine how I felt when I found an article, tucked in the margins of a regional paper, talking about an upcoming expedition to sail a research vessel down to Point Nemo. The piece didn’t go into much detail about what they were trying to do - something about measuring the amount of plastic and chemicals in the water, seeing how much impact humans had had on the environment at its most extreme point… I mean, I don’t know.
I’m not a scientist. And I’m not a sailor, either. There was no legitimate way I was ever going to make it onto that ship, but none of that mattered. I had to do it. I hadn’t been sleeping much, I suppose, and I had it lodged into my mind that if I could just get there, to Point Nemo, if I could just… if I could be far enough away from mortality and people and land, then I could rest. I could finally have a dreamless sleep. So, I did some digging, found the identity of a few crew members, and started to track them down. I told myself that I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I did. Of course I did. And I finally saw them, following along behind Dr. Thomas Pritchard. He was a younger guy, some sort of chemist, and he had a habit of driving his motorcycle a bit too recklessly. When I saw him that first time, the veins were tumbling out from the open visor of his bike helmet and coiling themselves around his throat so tightly that it almost seemed like his head wasn’t attached the rest of him. Of course, after he went flying over the barrier at 95 miles an hour… well, it’s neither here nor there. It was three in the morning, and the motorway was silent, except for me and the mangled remains of Dr. Thomas Pritchard. I knew exactly what I had to do. He didn’t look anything like me, not really, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was my desperation to finally have a good night’s sleep. I looked at his body, but all I could think of was the gentle rocking of lifeless waves. So I took his ID and his keys. Then I touched my very first corpse as I loaded what was left of him and his motorcycle into my van, and buried them in a well-hidden spot near Epping Forest. It’s strange, after all that. I don’t actually remember how I felt. Heavy, I think. But I had other concerns. It was a daft plan. It shouldn’t have worked. Someone should have driven past while I was moving him. Someone should have seen me. But they didn’t. With his keys, I let myself into Dr. Pritchard’s flat and gathered as much information on the expedition as I could. It wasn’t a lot - not that I could really understand, and I just had to hope it was enough to pass myself off. Even if it was only long enough to get one good night’s sleep. As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered. Far as I could tell, nobody on board had actually met Dr. Pritchard in person. A couple of people told me they had “the greatest respect for my work,” and a few did say how different I had sounded on the phone. But once I walked up and said who I was, nobody even bothered to check my ID. I don’t remember the name of the ship. I mean, boarding it was such a blur I didn’t really notice much, and later on I was far too nervous to ask. It was large, though with every spare inch covered in scientific equipment of some sort or other. I was relieved to find out I was the only chemist on board, so nobody was going to see me misusing anything, and figure out what was going on. At least, not until it was too late to act upon it. There were a couple of marine biologists on board, a meteorologist, an engineer, someone who called herself a “macro-ecologist” - though at times, she looked almost as out of her depth as I did. Beyond that, there were half a dozen crew running the ship. They were led by Captain MacAvey, a tall, ugly woman with a sharp tongue, though it was never clear to me whether she was the one in charge of the expedition, or if it was Clara, the senior-most marine biologist. It didn’t really matter, of course. As far as I was concerned, Dr. Pritchard was a private, standoffish person who liked to spend his time alone in his makeshift lab, or asleep in his bunk. And I did sleep. The further we got from land, the deeper, more peaceful it became. I still dreamed, of course, but I would just wander the empty deck of the ship, drinking in the quiet atmosphere of the place. I did have to force myself not to look over the railing in my dreams. Once or twice, while staring at the peaceful dream water, I almost felt like I could see something moving, deep, deep below the surface, impossibly huge and dark. I quickly learned the lesson to remain fully focused upon the ship when I dreamed. Of course, the more rest I got, the more lucid I became. I was thinking more clearly than I had in months, and the absolute foolishness of what I’d done to get there was starting to sink in. There was exactly no way that they wouldn’t figure out that I did not have a doctorate in chemistry or, er, suchlike, and when that happened, I had no idea what I was going to do. I spent days trying to think of some sort of plan, but in the end, the best I could come up with was just to wait for it, and throw myself upon their mercy and hope that they took enough pity on me not to immediately pitch me overboard into the waters of the South Pacific. But, that was the future. Before then, I had months of peaceful sleep ahead of me. Then, I had weeks. Then days. The ship kept going, powering on towards a destination I wasn’t completely sure I still wanted. I started to wander the decks in my waking hours as well as my sleeping, staring at the horizon. It never ended, but kept getting closer, all the same. Time is like that, isn’t it? Just keeps going, no matter what happens, it just carries on, and it strips everything away from you in the end, the good and the bad alike, until there is nothing left of either. “This too shall pass.” “All good things must come to an end.” “Memento mori.” As soon as I woke up, I knew we had finally reached Point Nemo. Everything felt different - like the calm I had been getting accustomed to had been torn away completely, and where it had been was just this horrible, ice-cold terror. I felt something on my chest, coiling up my back and pulsing gently around my throat. I didn’t need to look down to know what it was. In a second, I was out of my bunk and charging onto the deck, just to see veins, dark and cold and bigger by far than any I’d ever seen, rise up from the water below us. They towered over the ship for just a second, before starting to wrap themselves around it. For a moment, the embrace looked almost… affectionate. The rest of the crew didn’t seem to notice, walking through the immense, grasping tendrils like they weren’t there at all, even as the small and branching cords stretched off and wrapped around each one of them in turn. And the soft icy flesh that wrapped around me kept gripping me tighter, and tighter, until I could barely move. I wanted to scream, but the others were already staring at me as if I was screaming obscenities. Perhaps I was. At that moment, a sudden calm came over me. I understood it all. I could follow the line of the huge veins that encased the ship down into the water, leading off to a point to almost a mile to the southeast. There. That was it. That was our fate; where we would always be. Because I was going to take us there. Running was pointless. To try to escape from my task would only serve to fulfill another. I finally understood what I needed to do. I couldn’t steer a ship myself, of course, but there were plenty of other people on board who could, as long as I could persuade them. Which I did, to a point. I don’t know where I got the gun, but once captain MacAvey was dead, the others were very keen to sail wherever I wanted. The doom held me tight and pulled us all slowly, inevitably towards our grave. And when we got there, and cut the engines, and began to wait, I could feel all of their eyes look to me, panicked, hoping for some sort of explanation. I almost tried to give them one. But I barely got the first word out before the falling satellite debris hit the ship at 200 miles an hour, killing us instantly. OLIVER Right. That’s, uh, it, I suppose. Maybe you heard me. Maybe you’ll dream. Then again, maybe I just wasted my breath - but, I don’t think so. Honestly, I’m still not exactly sure why I’m here. But you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what she asks. The thing is, John, right now you have a choice. You’ve put it off a long time, but it’s trapping you here. You’re not quite human enough to die, but still too human to survive. You’re balanced on an edge where the End can’t touch you, but you can’t escape him. I made a choice. We all made choices. Now you have to - [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES] GEORGIE Can I help you? OLIVER Oh, I, I’m a friend. Of John’s. GEORGIE Are you, now. OLIVER Uh, y-yes. GEORGIE Right. Just haven’t seen you visiting before. OLIVER Umm, I’ve… been out of town! GEORGIE Right. The nurse didn’t say anyone else was here. OLIVER Oh! Oh, oh, well. Sorry if I surprised you. GEORGIE It’s fine. OLIVER …I’m Antonio! GEORGIE [sarcastic] Sure. OLIVER Do you um, mind giving us a minute? GEORGIE No, I think you’re done here. OLIVER Oh. Uh… right… [SOUND OF STANDING UP] …have I upset you, miss - GEORGIE No, you just remind me of someone. OLIVER Ahhh, I’m sorry! Were they - GEORGIE Evil. Yes. OLIVER [resigned] Uh, okay, then. Well, I just, well, I guess I should just go. GEORGIE I guess you should! OLIVER …Make your choice, John. [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES] GEORGIE [sigh] Sorry about that, but you really don’t need friends like tha… …. Did…? [PAUSE] [DOOR OPENS AND GEORGIE RUNS OUT INTO THE CORRIDOR] Hey! Hey, get back here, I need to talk to you! [CLOCKS CONTINUES TO TICK] [ARCHIVIST SHIFTS IN BED AND BEGINS TO BREATHE] [CLICK]
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I just thought about this but like. Do you mean to tell me Jon could've woken up way way earlier if people just came and gave him statements?? Have Martin and the others sit for a week and read him a statement or two a day and he's good as new, maybe better.
Nah, I think it was more about making the choice to either wake as an avatar or die human
asdfghjjhgf i misheard the evil in "were they-" "evil, yes" as liberal
everyone else hearing "momento mori": wow, just like unus annus me hearing "momento mori": wow, just like a series of unfortunate events
SAME
Me hearing it: both of those, and the will wood song, also the crywank song
Me hearing "memento mori": wow, just like Death Parade.
@@sammieegoldwand along with the Fish in a Birdcage song..
@@jinga108 YES
Jon is gonna need that therapy due to the impending realization of not being human crushing on him, although I’d like to think although an avatar and not truly human. Most likely one of the most human avatars, and he is certainly still `Jon`. which I think is nice
i always thought that “the magnus archives” was a book series... huh
Why would you think that? Were you recommended it or something?
It is. You just REALLY don't want to find the books.
Parietal Polymath yeah actually lol
Mammon oh o-o
@@BELPHECROW That makes sense
oliver!!! the love of my life.
He's breathing he's breathing HE'S BREATHING
wdym? I mean, of course he's breathing, he's human . . . right?
@@cezar3169 at this point, jon is right on the edge between human and not-quite-human like Oliver Banks. they mention that while he was in the coma, his powers were keeping him alive and not oxygen so he actually wasn't breathing at all this whole time. the significance of him auditably breathing at the very end there and georgie noticing is that jon just decided to hold on to his humanity and not become a monster.
@@vivkaupish7621 Sorry, I'm new, and you've probably already listened to the whole podcast, but I think this is quite the opposite. Olliver said Jon was not human enough to die but still too human to live. Since he's alive and didn't die, I assume he made the choice of "letting go" of being human, and embraced being an avatar (even if he may not remember making the choice or it was partly a subconscious decision), he choose to give up the struggle against the Eye I guess...it's gonna be even more interesting from here on out. Thank you for letting me share my theory 😊
@@Ace_Up_My_Sleeve Now I get the other comments... Thanks dude
Im really glad that we get to see these reoccurring characters but damn was the silence and the ticking clock defening.
I like death avatar's voice
Oliver's statement is just what Jon needed to wake up.
*AnD i dId SleeP* legit me when I haven’t been sleeping properly then get a rlly good long sleep
The End seems like less of a hole then the Others, but that might be expected.
I mean yeah, we all fear death in some form. Actively making someone fear death is a bit of a dick move and Oliver is too polite for that
Also like we all meet death so who needs to be made to fear it. Also yes Oli is a very polite thing what a good boy 😊
In a past episode I said I hoped everyone would not be okay mentally instead of physically but honestly everyone's probably gonna die 😭
As someone who consistently overuses "home" in their writing, I'm greatly enjoying its use in these recent episodes. I'm probs getting more out of it b/c I already give it so much weight.
well then thanks for the advice mr creepy death man
He is a pleasant omen of inevitability. I love him
The irony of me watching this at five in the morning tbh
I mean same
I feel like I'm being targeted, WHY do I feel like I'm being targeted 😅
I am not so sure anymore that he won't end up like the thing in Alexandria
I've already listened to all of Season 4 on the Rusty Quill website. I wanted to discuss a few things with the long time fans of the podcast. No Spoilers for Season 4 so the new folks are safe. *For now* Everyone all caught up til Season 3 has already heard ol' Gerry talk. His massive lore dump on the nature of this world and the monsters that lurk here. His explanation of "The 14 Fears" is sort of like... him teaching us. Like in formal education. All theory and conjecture. His descriptions weren't *his* . They were Smirk's. And I believe that the... Practical... Nature of the Fears are a bit more nuanced. I've already posited one of my theories in the April 1st episode. That the tapes are not for the Eye. They are for the Web. Another theory? Most of you might have already figured this out. The Web is IN THE WEB. The WORLDWIDE WEB. Those episodes on the weird Slavic dude stuck in the machine and the dude that became a spider creature after writing some "code" for a website corroborate this. If anyone has as anything else to add, they can comment here or reply to this comment.
Ive always figured we were they eye? Thats why they will "never escape the shadow" and the tape recorders turn themselvs back on and appear? Not like we don't kinda "feed" off their fear and drama?
I got a little confused when the guy in this episode mentioned a web, when he mentioned he didn't know why he was there, so maybe The Web sort of like...influences people to go give their statements to The Eye, for some reason. Also woah, I hadn't thought of that World Wide Web connection! Interesting!
Always makes me laugh when characters are like "and that's how I died. Anyway I should be going now, see ya later 👋🏽"
Oh, huh, I was just thinking about Point Nemo before before listening to this.
I love Oliver so much, I love that him giving a statement is what woke up Jon. :D
Different clock sound. Not the office one, a hospital. Wait, is this guy going to end up in Jon’s dreams now?
For some reason I thought this was Peter and had to register once he said he was oliver
I also thought it was peter I was very confused for a moment
A question for the UK listeners out there from an American. During his statement, why did Oliver banks use the units "miles per hour"? I would have thought that he would have used a metric unit for length, such as kilometers per hour or something of the like. When talking about vehicle speed, is mph still the standard over there?
UK still uses Miles Per Hours
Yeah we still use miles per hour in the U.K., we have a weird mix of metric and imperial here and often older people will use feet and inches whilst younger will use metres and centimetres for example
@@aspen8544 Interesting. Thank you for the information.
Oh no there was static, what has he gotten himself into now Like yay he's not dead but like, uh oh
So, John's dead and fully an avatar now isn't it? :(
hey so is the last-ever episode of this podcast going to be called "The End"? it'd be a big missed opportunity if they didn't do that. and, confronting death makes for quite a climax
Last Words was a good choice too
"Memento Mori" ... ... ... Unus Ann-
the apotheosis is upon us-
18:20 why did he see the Vast?
good morning jon! wakey wakey eggs and baci
I love how blank Oliver sounds, he became desensitized to it all and only wants to sleep so he just tries regardless
Not sleeping seems a common The End thing.
@@Badficwriter true true
I had to come back to this one after yesterday's episode
Guess I have some good timing, being able to watch on yt now
Oh!!! This guy again!!! Love him!!!
I'm back u wu my hunches for this season (might update on future episodes * w *) 1. a reunion will happen, Basirav2.0 will die. 2. peter lukas will show more of his bad stuff, and the cast must take him down. 3. elias will die (consumed by the Eye) if Jon doesn't give him some statements to read ... this will make the crew have their first time experiencing a loss from their own "deity" ... the Eye may assign someone in the cast, to get the position of Elias (if peter lukas is taken down) 4. Melanie will die 5. Trevor and Julia may help Jon take down a familiar face, or hunt down Jon for betraying their trust. I'm sure, Trevor and or Julia will die in season 4. 6. The Hunt is the main villain of the season, because we had the Stranger in s3, the Corruption (pestilence) in season 1... and there is this build up about the Hunt related stuff... ... Daisy's signs of transformation into a furry ... Trevor and Julia, and stuff mentioning the Hunt. ... Breekon might get killed by the crew this season.
Remember the "first hunt" episode? about a man that can turn into a werewolf? we may get one here, but with Daisy... I believe that when the Stranger did the AoE debuff to the team of Jon, something that i would like to call as "Stranger Stranger" it inflicted CONFUSION debuff, or something like memory loss, so... if Daisy somehow also lost her conscience... the Hunt is something that will take over or dominate the control over body or will of the person * w *
we havent seen Elias talk with Peter... maybe Peter is out there, to force Elias to quit, the recorder is acting strange whenever he's there, we can say that the Ceaseless Watcher is hissing on his presence. Since he's with the isolation dark type pokemons.
Yeah, we can say that Elias might be *ghosting* Peter XD
also, maybe there are 15 "fears" or "factions", the 15th is something that Gerry and Gertrude haven't met yet. or atleast Robert Smirke, something about not realizing stuff.
Also, final notes X W X Jared may become something like the Thanos of the series * W * that he's been taking every essence of every "faction" or "fear" last time we met him, he's buffed with steroids and human femur * W *
Only just got the opportunity to listen... whoop! 😊
No sleep gang
present
The things some people would do for a good night's sleep can lead them to some very unusual places, mine has brought me to listening to a pleasant omen of death explaining how he reached this point in his sort of life
I like how Jon is probably having the worst time right now and Oliver is just talking about his dreams like bro. Let the guy sleep. He needs sleep. Im still not ok with Tim's death. Im still not ok.😢😢
Finally
my mans just wants to sleep
I love him already.
This entire thing is something I, myself, would do. I would actually commit mass geocide to get a good rest
Watching this in 2020, less than a week before unus annus ends and I had to do a double take 😳
It's 2020...And he said Momentum Mori.... Unus Annus anyone?
The one guy in this show who we know worked at a bank... is called Oliver ... Banks...
"memento mori" unus annus just came into my home and murdered me
A bottomless curse, a bottomless sea...
Good thing he already has bad dreams
20:11 A ticking clock. Momento Mori. Unus Annus.
Start 2:06
So to beat the end we just need to fight the ender dragon right?
20:08 MOMENTO MORI, Unus Annus 💀⏳
Oliver: Memento Mori Me: 👀
He didn't think it twice huh
who did oliver remind her of?
since he's also in service to the end i'm guessing mary keay's walking corpse from georgie's statement
@@HyacinthoIgnis Her corpse wasn't actually alive tho. She was just a ghost from the Skin Book. Plus, her body was evidence in the case of her murder and was missing pieces of skin, so her body would in no way end up in some anatomy class or whatever. Oliver most likely just felt that she was marked by the End.
The people marked by the End.
Georgie is marked by The End, and Oliver is an avatar of The End. She just clocked him as the same kind of thing as the being that marked her.
In s3 she tells Jon about a, I believe, a cadaver on campus that seemed to rise from the dead and killed a bunch of people, including her friend.
1:02
TA VIVO...EU ACHO
20:11 UNUS ANNUS UNUS ANNUS edit: yes i did like my own comment
20:10 *unus annus chant intensifies*
Memento Mori Unus annus
Unus Annus. Memento Mori